@stealthvulture with "Servo Skull"

@TakUnderhand with "Electro-Bugs"

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My Yaktribe Comp 8 entry, hope you enjoy.

THE IMPERIUM IS A LIE

Clockwork pushed a barrel out of the way and climbed out of the cramped and dirty ventilation shaft. She cocked her stolen over large PDF helmet to one side, looked around and said "Are you sure it's this way Rat?" Clockwork was a rather pretty young Escher Scum who liked her pink boots far too much.

"Many are the paths we take as the drips that fall" replied the raggedy old Ratskin, who even by Ratskin standards was scruffy, and stank of snakebite.

"Er yes, thanks for that" Clockwork said sarcastically, rubbing at the dirt on her boots.

"How much are you paying that idiot?" asked Clockworks other companion, he was a rough looking Scum who once claimed to be an Orlock.

"More than I'm paying you" shot back Clockwork.

"Many are those who look but do not see" responded the Ratskin.

"Is he calling me stupid?" with that the Orlock launched himself at the Ratskin.

"Stop it both of you!” Clockwork pulled them apart “Look!"

The ventilation shaft had brought them to a large hive dome, empty except for a giant hexagonal two storey platform which surrounded some kind of large box like building. A large pipe ran down the side and away from the structure, whilst fins ringed the roof of the platform and reached high up out of sight. The entire structure looked ancient. It was covered in ash, rust patches, hive grass and the occasional brightly covered shroom.

"Well what do you know that map was actually real!?!"

Clockwork didn't answer the Orlock Scum. She'd known that it wasn't one of the fake maps that the drunken Ratskin’s sell to green up hivers as soon as she had seen the holographic Ad Mec mark. So she had decided to fund this little expedition to find its treasure.

"Many artificial evils this place holds" muttered the Ratskin.

"Oh for Emperors sake shut up and let's have a look at this thing!" That was as close as Clockwork dared to order either of her hired guns around.

Clockwork climbed one of the two ladders to the second floor and started to press random buttons on one of the control panels, whilst the Orlock searched the first floor. The Ratskin just cowered near the ventilation shaft they had just climbed out of.

Suddenly there was a whumping noise followed by a bright light.

"Hey whatya do?" called the Orlock "It looks like you've set off a fecking plasma grenade down here!"

A tube had extended upwards from the square building and at its end a ball of plasma energy about a foot in diameter now hovered. It was translucent with a pink ball at its centre with purple tendrils that reached out to its edges. It also seemed to be sucking the atmosphere from the surrounding hive, a wind rushed past the watching trio and it smelt strongly of burnt ozone.

"Hey whatever you're doing stop it!" Yelled the Orlock, panic was now evident in his voice.

Clockwork looked over the gantry, which had started to shake. The ball was now two feet in diameter and growing. She stabbed a few more buttons in a blind attempt to stop whatever she had started.

"It's still growing......Arrrgggh" The Orlock screamed and what was left of his body was thrown backwards with a wet thump as the remains splattered across the first floor. The body parts were charred where they had touched the raw plasma.

The plasma ball was now eight feet in diameter and the platform was shaking alarmingly. Although now that the large pipe next to Clockwork was in contact with the plasma it seemed to vent the excess energy and the ball stopped growing further. The large fins were also keeping the plasma ball in some kind of containment field that shimmered and sparked with static electricity. There was so much static that Clockworks hair was being drawn towards it.

This was repeated a further five times whilst Clockwork desperately tried pressing further random buttons on the other centre console.

Suddenly KABOOM the pipe on the ground floor of the platform exploded. Molten plasma, lava like in appearance, started to spew out and burn through the floor of the hive. Both the Ratskin and Clockwork looked on in shocked horror.

There was a hiss and the sounds of the chamber being flooded with gas. A pink energy tendril reached out from the ball of pulsating plasma and dragged the poor old Ratskin back towards the raw energy. Clockwork screamed, the Ratskin had already disappeared into the void as she started to slide down the ladder in utter terror, all thoughts of looking after her pink boots forgotten.......

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The idea, obviously if you've not played Portal 1 & 2 you won't get my little universe mash up :-( but I wanted an AI that was instantly bad news so I went for GLaSDOS. I also thought the above made a good introduction to everyone else’s entry i.e. all the local servitor and cyborgs have gone mad under the control of GLaSDOS and are trying to kill the locals thanks to Clockworks usual cluster fcuks.

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The 19th would be too late to enter. However, you'll want to submit a pic of your bitz before you start so that you can't be called out for just tossing up something already made. These contests are so laid back, that I doubt that would ever happen, but why not CYA.

Hi- I was hoping to get a bit of help really quick! I'm trying to update my WIP log but I can't for the life of me figure out how to upload photos. When I'm typing a new entry, there's no button to upload a file!

I'm re-posting this from my WIP log, because it won't let me add the images there...

So after some careful deliberation, some organizing and consideration of what I had handy to work with, I've selected some pieces, and the great project has begun- none to soon, because in order for this to be finished on time, my schedule is going to have to look something like this: